(Everyone gather around for a show. And watch as this man disappears as we know, Do me a favor and try to ignore, as you watch him fall through a bleeding trapdoor.
Because nobody knows he's alive [trapdoor twenty øne pilots])
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Dipper gleefull glares out at the crowd from behind the curtain his twin sister Mabel stands at her dresser checking her outfit. He reaches up and closes a hand around the round blue amulet that hung around his neck.
"Sister dearest we are going to have to go our soon or we are going to lose the mindless fools who have come to watch our show." He says in a smooth and almost hypnotic yet also gruff voice. Mabel gleefull spins on her heal and glares at him he long brown hair swooping behind her gracefully giving her an aura of power and intimation.
"You dare tell me when to start my show!" She growls. Dipper inwardly flinces hopeful that his sister did not notice his second of weakness.
"Our show sister dearest and yes for if we wait to much longer we will not have a show to preform" he says calmly. Striding confidently towards the large cage in the corner of the room. He opens the door and roughly yanks the person inside out by chains attached to the victims wrist and neck. The blue metal cold in his grasp dipper hands the metal 'leash' over to mabel. She snarls disapprovingly at her brother walking over to a wooden wheel where she begins to restrain the poor young man with leather binds. She smirks and spins it slightly to test it the victim closes his eyes and weeps.
"I am not likening your prideful attitude towards me brother mine, do go back to being the obedient little weasel you are!" She hisses before smiling sweetly at the victim. Wiping his tears with a tissue she smirks maliciously
"Come now suck it up for the crowd we wouldn't want them to see you so weak, if you so much as make a noise while we are on stage you have seen my aim, take that as a statement on your life because I will end it if you muck up" she whispers sliding a blade down his cheek. He nods slightly quivering slightly. Sipper roles the wheel out positioning it above a slightly blood stained trapdoor hidden on the stage put of sight of the crowd. Mabel walks out her blue stilettos clunking against the wooden stage the only sound audible. She smiles put at the crowd with fake glee as she performs her show. The man flinching from each of the daggers that are thrown into the wooden wheel he is spun on. The last one directly hitting his heart as a cloud of smoke covers him and the wheel. Dipper opens the trapdoor and releases him to fall through closing it behind him as the smoke clears. The last noise heard from the dying man being the crowds cheering as they assume he had just magically vanished backstage. Not entirely false but also not entirely true. And down under the stage of the tent of telepathy. Stanford pines, the author of the journals from gravity falls. Took his last breath. If only the scumbag dream demon bill ciphers portal had led to some other dimension. Maybe then he would still be alive maybe he would have had the chance to see his brother one last time. How unfortunate that he had ended up in reverse falls where the polar opposite. The reverse versions of his own niece and nephew. Have now successfully murdered him in front of the whole town. with but a soft
"I'm sorry Stanley" for a final goodbye. A final breath of life